Here is a little follow up on our last stroll.
Let us revisit this odd little bench. The seat was carved into a tree, which I call fir. The bench has been there since time (shortly after) immemorial. The second bench support is pressure treated wood and must be a replacement for an older leg. Cutting the notch to hold the seat was perhaps a bit much for our fir. I wonder how much the tree grew after its initial surgery. Even in the seventies or eighties I remember that bench being high of the ground. At any rate scar tissue has developed around the wound, a bold red that reminds me of lips. The tree is long dead but still stands up to a good storm. It is totally mossed over and has not much to show in the way of branches.